“What took you so long?” I spoke deeply; I didn’t give Kristy a chance to respond before my lips invaded hers. Pressing up against her, I made sure she felt my hard-on. “I had to make sure I looked good for my baby.” She shivered as I sensually licked and sucked on her neck. “I’m high than muthafucka, ma.” “I see,” she responded as my brown eyes lazily gazed over her face. “You know I’ve been missing you like crazy,” I stressed gripping her ass as they swayed from side to side. “Is that right?” “You feel how hard my dick is …. And what’s this you got on?” I played with the lapel on her coat. “Just a little something something I put together for you.” “Oh, word? For me?” I threw my head back, astonished. “Yeah, you.” “Well show me what you got, ma.” Past intrigued, I used my index finger and loosened the tie in the belt of her coat. When the sides of her coat flew open, my eyes grew wide in astonishment. The only thing Kristy wore underneath were black rhinestone pasties surrounding her nipples and some black lace boy shorts. “You wild than a muthafucka, ma.” “You like it?” Kristy cocked her head to the side and coyly smiled. “Hell yeah I like it. This what I’m talking about.” I pulled her even closer. Kristy lightly licked my earlobe and whispered, “I want you to feel my clit rise and fall in your mouth.” I took a few steps back from her. Kristy’s body was completely covered by the trench coat. The only thing I could see on her was her face and the pair of black patent leather pumps. Turned on to the fullest, I took Kristy my arms and locked lips with her. She felt so good in my arms. Her body was warm and trembled with each touch of my hand. Caught up in the moment and how freaky we were behaving, Kristy pulled away from my embrace, untied her coat and let it fall on the floor. The long trail of flowers that were tattooed onto her back were illuminated under the lights as she made her way into the adjoining room with the couch and fire place. Kristy’s body was flawless. Her butt sat up just right and on top of that, it was round and fat. I couldn’t do anything but stand back and admire the way her hips swayed as she walked. Excited I began to take all my clothes off until I was naked. I took off her boy shorts leaving her in nothing but her heels. I was done playing. While Kristy toyed with her nipples, I proceeded to stroke her clit with my thumb. “ohhh God! Ahhh, baby,” she panted. “Does that feel good?” “Yeess,” she whined. “How many fingers you want inside? One or two?” “Two.” Upon request, I dipped two of my fingers inside her warn, slippery slit. Kristy was so wet. I couldn’t wait to dive up in it. At first I played nice by slipping my fingers in and out of her slowly, but the more Kristy gasped and moaned, the rougher I became. Applying pressure to her clit, I pounded my fingers in and out while she screamed, squirmed and groaned. In a matter of seconds I brought Kristy to her first orgasm. As she got it together and her orgasm subsided, I pulled the bottom half of her body to the edge of the couch. Bending down, I pushed her knew up to her chest, parted her lips and planted my tongue deep inside her vagina. Kristy was completely shaven and smelled of sweet shea butter. “Oooh, I’m so wet! Baby, what you doing to me?” she cried as I French kissed her drenched pussy lips. I ignored her and zoned in on her clit. It was so pink and pretty. Eagerly I flicked my tongue across her clit, occasionally alternating between biting and sucking. Kristy’s thighs began to shake as she came again. All of her sweet cum landed in my mouth. I happily used my tongue and lapped up her juices. I savored each and every drop that fell from her sweet nectar as I tugged and pulled on her clit. “Baby fuck me! Pleeeae, please, please,” she begged. “You think you’re ready?” I questioned, stroking y erect dick while holding her hands over her head. “YES! I want it now!” “You sure?” “Yessss! I can’t take it no more! Put it inside me now!” she demanded. I gave her what she wanted and buried my dick ball-deep inside her vaginal walls. She felt warm just like he knew she would. “Ahhhh,” Kristy screamed, still caught off guard by the size and length. “You like it when I hit it hard?” I whispered, looking her dead in the eye as I roughly grinded in and out. “Ooooh yeees, fuck me hard! Fuck my pussy hard until you cum!” she wailed, feeling as if she was suspended in time. Kristy was dizzy with passion, she was so wet. Getting dicked down never felt so good before. With each thrust, her lips spread wider and wider. Sweat dripped from her pores as I quickened the pace. Picking her up, I spun Kristy around, placed her on all fours and began beating it up doggy style. “Shit!” Kristy scream, pressing two fingers down hard on her clit, rotation them in a circular motion. “Fuck me, nigga, damn!” I saw her playing with her clit and smacked her right ass check hard and said, “Move yo’ hand! My dick gon’ make you cum, not your fingers!” Kristy did as she was told and removed her hand and toyed with her nipples instead. Bending over so I could whisper into her ears, I pushed her hair to the side, bit her shoulder and demanded that she cum on my dick. Those magic words instantly caused her juices to come down. “I’m Cumming baby! Ooohh baby, it’s raining! You feel it? Oooooohh, Blue, you’re fuckin’ this pussy so good” “Shit, ma! Damn! What you doing to a nigga?!” I groaned, gritting my teeth. Hot creamy juices saturated my dick. Blasting off as well, I came. Completely spent, we both lay breathing heavily. “Damn nigga … that was so good … I wanna buy you a short set.”
Kristy’s head peacefully rested on my chest, as we lay sound asleep in each other’s arms. Burnt orange sheets and a brown suede comforter covered our bodies. I felt so warm and cozy with her lying next to me, like I never wanted to get out of bed again. Kristy lying in my arms was the best feeling. She knew she was protected around me. Kristy was bordering sleep, but I knew she could hear her cell phone buzzing. She didn’t answer it so I guess she was too tired to talk. She tried to ignore the call, but then her house phone began to ring too. “Boo, you gon’ get that? Answer the phone.” Pouting like a child, Kristy sat up and reached for the cordless phone on the nightstand. The clock on the wall let me know it was three o’clock in the morning. In my mind I’m thinking it better be an emergency but I was too sleepy to be bothered. “Hello?” Kristy groggily answered. “You have a collect call from …” but Kristy couldn’t hear the name. “To accept this call press one.” Worried, Kristy quickly accepted the charges for fear that her brother might be locked up. “Yo, Kristy!” Que’s voice came through. “Oh … it’s you.” “A nigga in trouble, ma I need your help.” Kristy looked over her shoulder at me, I was knocked out, and she crept out the bed. Closing the bedroom door she stood in the hallway and whispered. “What is it, Que? You got two minutes, One.” “Look I got locked up over some bull shit –““What kind of bull shit?” Kristy cut him off. “Some felony shit.” Quo tried to down play the situation. “Okay, call you bitch.” “I did, she not answering the phone. Yo, I don’t know what’s up. She knows I’m locked up.” “Thought you said she not answering the phone?” “She’s not. When it all went down I had my boy call and told her what’s up.” “Well I don’t know what you expect me to do.” Kristy quipped with an attitude. “Shorty, my bail is forty g’s. All I need is for you to go to the crib, hit up the safe and come get me.” “I’m not coming to get you that’s what ya ass get.” “C’mon Kristy, don’t play me like that.” Que begged. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t remember I don’t have keys to your house anymore.” “Damn!” Que balled his fist. “Look, I know you got it. You know I’m good for it.” “Nigga please, I wish I would spend my hard earned money on you. I told you about that bull shit a long time ago so suck it up and don’t drop the soap.” “Kristy … this is me. I wouldn’t even call if I didn’t really need you. Just don’t throw a nigga out in the cold like that.” Que put a guilt trip on her. “Huh alright.” Kristy caved in. “But I want my money back tonight.” Hanging up the phone not waiting for a reply. Already feeling guilty, Kristy reentered her bedroom nervously. I would most definitely stop fucking with her if I knew what she was about to do. She just prayed I never found out. “Who was that?”I asked, sitting up rubbing my eyes. “Umm … it was an emergency. I gotta go take care of something right quick.” Kristy told half the truth, grabbing a T-shirt, jeans and her Marc Jacobs sneakers. “Hold up, I’ll go with you.” I pulled the covers from over me. “No! Lay back down. I can take care of this myself; I promise I won’t be long.” “You sure, it’s late,” looking at her funny. “Yeah,” she assured with a smile. Suspicious of her weird behavior, I laid back down on my side wondering, what the fuck is going on? Inside her walk-in closet, Kristy made sure I wasn’t looking and grabbed two stacks of cash from her safe. Her stomach was in knots as she stuffed the money deep inside her purse. Ready to go, Kristy walked over to the bed picked up her cell phone and placed a kiss on my lips. “I’ll be right back,” she reassured. “You sure you don’t want me to go?” “I’m a big girl remember. I’ll be alright.” “A’ight ma, call me if you need me.” “I will.” Kristy turned to leave. “Be safe, ma I love you.” Caught off guard by my goodbye, Kristy stopped dead in her tracks. Did he really just say I love you she wondered? Kristy turned her head to make sure and looked me dead in the eye. “I love you,” I repeated again. Kristy’s mouth wanted to say the same, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Kristy stood speechless. She had thought I loved her but wasn’t sure. “I’ll … I’ll see you in a minute.” She spoke softly, unable to say it back.
I lay in the bed looking at the ceiling. I hadn’t planned on telling Kristy I loved her but the words came out so naturally. It crushed me that she didn’t respond with an “I love you” as well. I saw the love in her eyes I could tell she shared the same feelings. Something just kept pulling Kristy back. I figured she was still hung up on her EX. I mean they were together for 7 years but Kristy constantly compared him to me. Just because he cheated on her, she expected me to do the same. I was growing tired of Kristy’s insecure ways. I was sick of her blaming me for everything Que had done in the past. For some reason she couldn’t tell us apart. I didn’t cheat. I wasn’t the one who had filled her heart only to puncture it with lies. I would never raise my hand to strike her face. And plus I was tired of Kristy acting as if her feelings were less than what they were. While lying in the bed thinking the phone rang interrupting my thoughts. Normally I wouldn’t answer her phone but it might’ve been whoever needed help from Kristy. “Hello?” I answered “You have a collect call from … Que!”
Kristy stood impatiently, tapping her foot inside the Little Rock city jail waiting on Que. He had been processed and released but still hadn’t come out. The longer she waited, the more Kristy realized this was a mistake. She should have been with me, snuggled up, not in the city jail bailing out her no-good ex-boyfriend. “Took yo’ ass long enough,” Kristy snapped leaving Que trailing slowly behind. “Yo, Kristy don’t start. I don’t feel like hearing that shit right now,” Que replied they got into Kristy’s truck. “Oh muthafucka, you gon hear me bitch today. It’s damn near five o’clock in the morning and I’m up out of my bed getting yo retarded lookin ass out of jail. I told you to leave that dope shit alone!” Kristy snapped, placing her key into the ignition and pulling off. Que was in no mood to argue. His life couldn’t have been more fucked up. He was facing felony drug charges, his baby mama; the one person he thought would always be by his side had played him. “But you know what tickles me the most,” Kristy continued to go off, “is that the same bitch you cheated on me with is the same bitch that played you when you needed her the most. If you would’ve got with a bitch that was at least a little bit on my level, you wouldn’t be having this problem right now. I mean, C’mon Que the bitch still wear Baby Phat!” “What?” Que turned and looked at Kristy. “On your level? Kristy, you ain’t even got no level! I’m the one who raised you! This whip you pushing, I bought it! Them diamonds gleaming from your ear, I copped’em from Jacobs. “Yo, why am I even arguing with you?” Que hopped out the car walking into his home wondering where his baby mama was.
It was almost six o’clock when Kristy slipped back into bed with me. She thought I was sleep, but I wasn’t I stayed up the whole time waiting for her return. What fucked me up the most wasn’t that she’d been out for three hours, but that Kristy had the nerve to wrap her arms around me when she got into bed. I couldn’t believe Kristy had that much balls. Kristy was so exhausted that she dozed off to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Me, on the other hand I couldn’t sleep a wink. I thought about leaving after talking to Que, but chose not to. I wanted to hear Kristy’s explanation, but now none of that was important. Filled with bitterness I snatched the covers from off my body and got up. Kristy felt me get out of bed. Turning over, she squinted her eyes and wondered what my problem was. “What time is it?” Kristy’s hoarse voice cracked “I don’t know.” As I put on my pants. “Where you going?” “Home.” “You couldn’t tell me you were getting ready to leave?” “Did you tell me you were going to get that nigga out of jail last night?!” My raised voice frightened her. Kristy’s eyes grew wide in surprise. Kristy h had no idea I knew the truth. “Wha – Wha- What are you talking about?” she stuttered. “Yo, Kristy … on the real … don’t even try to insult my intelligence right now by playing games. I know where you were at.” I put on my shirt and pants. “Okay, you know where I was at. He needed my help and I knew if I told you the truth you would react just the way you’re acting right now!” “Kristy, don’t try to put this shit off on me I don’t care what you say. You still got feelings for that cat. And its cool ma … but I’ll gone and get out your way until you figure out who you wanna be with.” “What are you talking about, I’m with you!” “Man you call this a relationship? You couldn’t even tell me you love me last night!” “You know what, shorty … I didn’t … TO BE CONTINUED ...
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